Baby blue

Some could call me a dreamer, I have far too many things to say about everything. I can turn anything into a conversation about cats. I like rainy days, and writting letters. I write far too many letters to nobody in-particular, about nothing in-particular. I like to find intimate details about the people I meet and imagine what their lives are like behind closed doors. I like long stories about the past, and looking through old photographs. I love the smell of old books, and happy memories of people I will never see again. Oh yes, I am also a lesbian and in love. You may like me, but then again, you may not.